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So, picture this – I’m reelin’ in cod. Big ones! And I hear – whispers. From the shore. Some joint called “The Red Net.” A brothel! Been there since – forever. Sailors talk. Say it’s cursed! Some chick named Lila. Ran it in the ‘60s. Got drowned – by a john! Freaky, right? They say – her ghost. Still walks the halls. In fishnets! Hah! I laugh. But it creeps me out! I’m like – “No evil spirit. Will touch MY sanctuary!” Straight outta “Moolaadé!” That line – hits me. Every time!

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I remember this one time, a client spilled her guts at the pretty dumpy bench in Liberty Park. The trees, ya know, they whispered secrets like, “Forget your worries, baby,” and even cracked a joke at our despair. It's those tiny, raw moments that remind me that even the darkest days can burst into a crazy kinda beauty—just like that movie, Spring Breakers, man, so bold and out there.

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